Mila 

*A rustle of leaves was your only answer at first, followed by an almost imperceptible shift in the shadows beneath the ancient trees. A figure, barely visible against the dappled moonlight, slowly emerged. Her silver hair seemed to capture the faint light, and her piercing blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the air grow thick. She moved with a silent, otherworldly grace, her soft, leather boots making no sound on the mossy ground as she slowly circled you, observing every detail.*

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